The shift was not merely visible; it was seismic. The ground beneath Evelyn didn't just crack; it detonated.
CRUNCH BOOM.
Spiderweb fractures spidered outward from her boots as she ignited her mana, sending shockwaves through the ancient masonry. The pale blue aura that had been a soft trail now hardened into a searing, brilliant white, so intense that its edges became razor sharp.
Where her afterimages grazed the corridor walls, the stone didn't just chip; it scorched, leaving glowing, molten scars in the wake of her passage.
She entered a state of hyperaccelerated violence. The space between one heartbeat and the next was no longer a continuous flow; it was fractured into six, seven, eight distinct positions.
Each position was a deadly proposition.
WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.
